It was a strange sight for Jasmine to behold. Her mother was now several inches above the ground, suspended on 4 wheels. She was 100% focused on her mother's situation, and wasn't paying attention to the car. Whatever was going on, an ambulance wasn't exactly going to help.
The car's wheel hubs were now resting on the ground, and were starting to flatten against the ground.
Meanwhile, Fiona continued to grow heavier, as her stomach began to grow more dense, the fluids in it transforming. "I don't feel so good...." she remarked. "Bloated..." She sounded a bit disoriented.
"Mom...?"
Fiona yawned...she seemed to be sleepy, as opposed to panicky, as she'd been when this first started. She took in a breath of air, sputtered a bit, then stopped. Jasmine could hear her stomach rumbling each time she took a breath.
"I'm here with you," Jasmine said...unsure of what else to do.
Finally, Fiona took in one sharp breath....and just kept inhaling....keeping her mouth wide open. Her stomach began to rumble, and grew louder. Something began to push out from in between her legs. It looked like a tail, till it expanded, turning into a cylinder with smoke starting to escape from it.
Her arms and legs on either side merged into a single long shaft in the front and rear, connecting through a series of other changing bones.
Behind them, the sedan didn't seem to be running any longer. Instead, every few moments, there was a whoosh as it took in air through its front grill and seemed to expell it out the same way.